I want the grass to continue to creep between the toes of the youth,
The youth who step forth into a brighter tomorrow.
To awaken the youth who continue to sleep,
While storing their secrets
While they're standing on quicksand.
They're holding so tight to the good and the right.
Larva for tomorrow,
They, who are making their choices and singing their noises.
As they step into the big blurry yonder,
they sit and they wonder.
They're pondering over topics,
such as the meaning of life,
They're looking for a reason to keep on living the life they were given.
They're loving, they're dreaming of life, and its meaning.
The insignificance of youth,
Some maybe uncouth,
At this moment in time,
Their future is theirs,
Once it was mine.
(c) Livvi.